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Rated: E · Book · Action/Adventure · #2242469
All my adventures down the rabbit hole...
#1004669 added February 17, 2021 at 8:50am
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E. Chapter 2: "The Kitchen"
"Stir the soup!" The cook shouted. "Stir and don't let it burn!"

"Ok, ok, I will." I sighed.

I stirred until the soup started to thicken. I stopped stirring and secretly added garlic, ginger, tumeric, carrots, and salt to the soup. I hope she won't notice.

"The soup is thickening," I said. "Can I stop stirring?"

"Yes, pass the pepper!" She yelled.

I grabbed the pepper and gave it to her. The cook poured the whole container into the soup. I looked at her in shock. I can't believe someone would put a whole lot of one spice in a pot of soup.

"Uh...um...Isn't that too much pepper?" I asked, trying to come back from the dead.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN TOO MUCH?" The cook screamed.

The cook's scream lifted me up the air.

"Nothing," I mumbled. "I hope no one gets a heart attack."

"What was that?" The cook asked.

"I said nothing," I said.

"Good." The Chef smiled. "Now clean the dishes!"

I groaned. Doing the dishes at home was sometimes a nuisance, but this was now pure torture. I started them anyway as I knew she was going to scream again.

It took me 5 hours to complete the dishes. When I finished, the cook said, "Come here and taste this!"

I didn't know whether I was going to be worried about food poisoning or the terrible stench the pot gave. I took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it. To my surprise, it didn't taste like burnt socks or toads. Instead, it tasted like my dad's homemade chicken soup.

"It tastes good!" I smiled.

"Thanks!" The cook smiled back.

"Can I add a few ingredients?" I asked.

"You may only add one." The cook sternly said. "Make sure it's not poisonous or the queen will have your head!"

"Okay," I replied.

I looked around the kitchen in search of cumin. It wasn't around.

"Don't you have any cumin spice?" I asked.

The cook looked at me in confusion.

"No, we don't have any cumin." The cook replied. "Try looking around the herb pots."

"Ok," I said as I looked around.

I didn't find any cumin, but I found basil, so I decided to add this leaf instead. I picked a few of this leaf and added them to the soup.

"The soup should be finished within a couple of hours." The cook said.

"Ok," I said.

I sat in a chair next to the pot. Nearby, I saw a Cheshire cat with the widest smile I've ever seen. I believe I know this one...


(Word Count: 429 words)










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